I Was Talking Cannibalism, Not Romance.

Tim Was Dead. And He's Always Been A Loser. I'd Be Damned If I Was Going To Be The Victim Of A Loser - Or Anyone Else.

I Was Talking Cannibalism, Not Romance.

And Thus Charles Found Himself Wandering Around A Hotel, Trailing Federal Agents As He Held A Cardboard Coffee Cup Holder In Each Hand, Instead Of Out Killing Misbehaving Werewolves.

Survivors Can't Always Choose Their Methods.

You Don’t Have The Courage Of A Half-bred Mongrel.